A figure was forcibly dragged out of the city by Long Chen. The immense power directly blasted apart many buildings.

This figure roared furiously. When his snake bone whip lit up, Long Chen felt that it suddenly grew slippery. A soft, greasy energy came out of it. It was like he was holding onto a mud fish, and it slipped out of his grasp.

The whip easily escaped Long Chen’s grasp. This was Long Chen’s first time encountering such a greasy energy.

The master of the whip appeared. It was a tall and slim man with long hair and a gloomy expression. He also had two horns.

“The drake race?” Long Chen instantly recognized his iden...